One Trimester Down

Two to go.

This trimester didn't go entirely as I expected. My grades fluctuated, my social interactions were bland but apparent (with the exception of now having a girlfriend and also a budding friendship with Matt Girard), and worst of all: I haven't written a single song. I blame it on AP Music Theory for being such a time consuming and difficult course that any more music would be overkill. One good thing, if anyone was wondering: Yes. I do sit at the senior table every day.



I'm sure you all miss it terribly.

I'm a little hesitant to mention that I'm hoping to be accepted to NYU on December 15th, Early Decision, since two posts ago I was giddy about being prefect and having a car and...well look how that turned out. But it has occupied a great deal of my time these last three months struggling to get my supplements and common app done, and since I've submitted it all I've been constantly logging onto NYU's website, hoping for anything to increase my chances.


This is bookmarked and visited as frequently as Facebook.

I was told by a friend here at Stevenson (with whom I've recently started watching 90210) that my blog needed more pictures for those viewers who are turned off but too much text. Maybe if he watched a little less 90210 he would be more up for reading. This is him.


How's that for a picture?

I'm gearing up for a very indulgent Thanksgiving vacation, 5 days with my lovely girlfriend, a few days of Macy's parade watching and turkey eating, and then to top it all off, a family trip to Disneyland. Judge all you want, but there's no place happier.



For now, things are good. Soon it will be time to see how I do in the cold, dark, winter days at Stevenson, and also if I'm accepted to NYU.

Until then, Happy Thanksgiving.

Bittersweet Summer

This post is long overdue, but I knew if I wrote it in the midst of my JC/the seniors graduating I would write a depressing account of events that no one would enjoy reading (except maybe Henry since he hates happiness!)So I'm writing this entry now, as I'm in a bit of a better mood, and it will be the last for a while since I leave tomorrow to be a camp counselor in Pennsylvania. Yes, the east coast. I'm sure I'll feel Henry's brooding, intellectual presence everywhere.

Although it's been 26 days since the class of 2010 graduated, life after them hasn't felt much different. But this is because I've been in San Francisco, far away from any nostalgia the Stevenson campus could conjure up, enveloped in a figurative (and also, quite literal) fog that prevents me from seeing what life back at school will really be like. I'm sure come September I'll be hit with a ton of bricks upon my return to Stevenson. However, I'm planning on spending my time finishing college applications, doing homework, and writing music. Yes, I realize how antisocial that all sounds, but I'm sure I'll end up on the occasional DMC run with Maggie and Raven and the gang!

I'm actually dealing with not being a prefect next year. My mom is excited for me to come home every weekend, and I'm excited not to have to sit in the common room pointlessly for study hall twice a week. It'll also give me a lot of time to catch up on my thousands of stupid trashy TV shows, the newest addition being Pretty Little Liars, a show about 4 teenage girls who don't dress or act their age, and have a dead friend who sends them text messages from the grave. And since I don't have to be in my room until midnight, maybe I'll kick everyone out of the common room every weekend to watch Saturday Night Live.

Yes, it's going to be the best senior year ever.

17 Days

So here goes blog entry #2. Even with only 17 days until the class of 2010 graduates, I am in a surprisingly upbeat mood, mostly because I've finished a term paper, SAT, spanish AP, history final, physics test, math test, spanish test and many other impossible assignments.

Today I had the lovely opportunity of kicking back with a lot of friends during my sunny free periods, only to hear from a number of them that my skirt had been riding up all day and a large number of Stevenson students had seen...well, let's just say I really felt like a foolish junior today.

Even with this minor setback, I managed to have a good time talking with Gal Pal Catherine Palmieri and Cool Kid Brooke Palmieri about a shared excitement for prom. I'm sure to all of you (meaning my thousands of blog followers)think prom is overrated, but I'm a naive junior and this is my first one! Also, alumni from Stevenson can come to prom their freshman year in college, so if any of you want to come to prom with me next year, let me know--I know you're all dying to attend as many high school dances as possible.

Also, I realized I will be leaving for New York the Friday before graduation, so I'll have to say good-bye even earlier than I'd originally planned.

Ok, the lameness of my writing this blog is starting to get to me, so I'll just end this blog on a happy note: even though I'll be terribly upset upon the seniors' graduation, it means summer can't be far!

The Warriors Game

I was not planning on beginning this blog until the Class of 2010 graduated; however, I felt it was important to recount my every emotion as they gear up to graduate. I chose today to begin my dorky blog as nearly every senior is away at the Warriors game (which I think is basketball but I'm not as sports savvy as Liz). Tonight I got a glimpse of what next year will be like.

It has been constantly brought to my attention that the seniors are graduating, with gracious comments from my peers such as "Addie, the shit's gonna hit the fan next year.", "Addie, what will you DO? All your friends are graduating!", and even "Addie, do you HAVE junior friends?" I can't even begin to explain how much I appreciate all these comments. (I also can't begin to explain how sarcastic that last sentence was.)

With a little over a month left until the seniors graduate, multiple SATs to take, the Spanish AP, shitty Physics grades to bring up, and a drastic need for a tan, I am getting pretty overwhelmed (also, someone just walked by and definitely noticed I'm blogging, which does not make me feel any better about my life right now). But I don't want to be a Debbie Downer or Negative Nancy or Anguished Addie. I am excited to visit as many of my graduating friends as possible next year at their colleges. Of course, I'll be a prefect and won't ever be able to go on pass, but I will have a car! Yes, next year's seniors will be head over heels thrilled to hop in my Honda Civic for a quick ride to DMC.

Well, I'm sure everyone reading this is a senior and has colleges to enroll in, friends to go out with on a school night, and other senior events to attend, so I'll keep my posts short.

Can't wait for the shit to hit the fan.